REMINDLESSNESS IS A PURE OPPORTUNITY UNTRANSLATED BY
THE FILTERS OF MEMORY EXPRESSED AS A BLANK RATHER THAN
A ZERO.
REMINDLESSNESS PREVENTS US FROM REMEMBERING, BACK
FROM THE DEAD OR NEWLY BORN.
REMINDLESSNESS IS NOT AMNESIA OR FORGETFULNESS.
REMINDLESSNESS ENABLES US TO EXPERIENCE HALF-MEMORY,
SUPER DEJA VU, THE BABY'S FAINT RECALL LIKE RIPPLES IN A
POND WHICH GROW LARGER BUT LESS PERCEPTIBLE.
REMINDLESSNESS IS ISADORA TELAMBI'S SAXOPHONE MILES
AWAY IN REVERB, JUST AUDIBLE.
REMINDLESSNESS IS MORE LIKE MIST THAN GLASS, MORE LIKE
HAZE THAN FIRE, MORE LIKE VAPOUR THAN SMOKE, MORE LIKE
WOMAN THAN MAN.
REMINDLESSNESS AVOIDS PRECISION, REMINDLESSNESS IS VAGUE,
HARD TO APPROACH BUT EASY TO FEEL, REMINDLESSNESS IS
YOUR FORMER NAME ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE . . . IT IS
THAT WHICH HAUNTS, FADES AND OBSESSES.
REMINDLESSNESS IS VERY SWEET AND VERY BITTER, IT CANNOT
BE TASTED AT FIRST.
REMINDLESSNESS DOES NOT APPEAR, IT REVEALS.
REMINDLESSNESS IS PRESENT IN DARKNESS, IN CATS.
IT IS THE TOTAL ABSENCE OF SENSE, IT IS THE MERE TEMPLATE
OF THE FUTURE THAT YOU ALREADY UNDERSTAND.
REMINDLESSNESS BOTH ENHANCES AND IS ENHANCED BY DESIRE.
IT IS HYPNOTIC IN ITS PULL, IT IS UNUSUAL IN ITS
OMNIPRESENCE, IT IS AN APHRODISIAC FOR SOULS, IT IS THE
ANTIDOTE FOR ORDINARINESS.
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE GROOVE, THE FEEL, THE GENUINE, THE
STRANGE, THE MERCURIAL, THE UNEXPLAINED.
REMINDLESSNESS CANNOT BE MEASURED . . . IT MAY BE
TREASURED. (HOWEVER ITS SHADOW CAN BE MEASURED AND IS
SOMETIMES REFERRED TO AS A GHOST).
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE DAYDREAM SUDDENLY GONE, BUT
LINGERING LIKE A DISTANT VOICE ON THE WIND.
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE SONG NOT THE SINGER. IT WILL NOT
ADD UP OR DIVIDE BUT IT WILL BE READILY MULTIPLIED.
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE WAY YOU IMAGINED THINGS WOULD BE
BUT SOMEHOW ARE NOT.
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE RAINBOW FROM THE STORM OF
IMPRESSIONS. IT HOLDS YOUR HAND IN THE FACE OF DEATH OR
GREAT DANGER, THE BUFFER TO THE COLD SEA OF CERTAINTY.
REMINDLESSNESS IS THE REASON.
REMINDLESSNESS IN THE MUSIC AND IN THE SILENCE AFTER THE
MUSIC IS GONE.

MP3 of my computer reading this poem, Stephen Hawking style.